I remember the way it felt
That mild August night.
You were crying on my shoulder
I was holding you so tight.
Hiding my own thoughts away,
I needed to be strong,
But I knew it would build,
That I'd be dragged along
Charged by the emotions,
And your base request.
Though I needed to cry,
My tears caught in my chest.
There we sat at two A.M.
With nothing left to say.
So, silently, I kissed your hand
And packed to go away-
I hated doing that to you,
But we knew it had to be.
I finished up, shut the bag,
And then I had to leave.
Still, no emotion came over me
For reasons no one knows.
We both headed for the door,
And then I saw the rose.
One small, black flower was the key
The bags dropped as I screamed.
I broke down crying on the bed.
It was worse than I had dreamed.
How could we be parting?
Throw it all away?
The times and tears important-
I couldn't do it that day.
You put your arms around me,
Held me one last time.
One last kiss before I left
As your hand slipped out of mine.